Ghazal
दिल का खोज न पाया हरगिज़ देखा खोल जो क़ब्रों को
This ghazal contemplates the elusive nature of the heart and the consuming power of true love. The poet emphasizes that inner realization and the truth of love must be sought while alive rather than after death, while illustrating a profound devotion that completely abandons worldly comforts.
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दिल का खोज न पाया हरगिज़ देखा खोल जो क़ब्रों को
जीते जी ढूँडे सो पावे ख़बर करो बे-ख़बरों को
No trace of the heart was ever found, though graves were unsealed and sought; Who searches in life alone shall find—let the unaware be taught.
Even after opening and searching through graves, no trace of the heart was ever found. One can only find it while still alive, so inform those who remain unaware.
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तोशक बाला पोश रज़ाई है भूले मजनूँ बरसों तक
जब दिखलावे ज़ुल्फ़ सजन की बन में आवते अब्रों को
Mattress, coverlet, and quilt—Majnun forgot them all for years on end, / Whenever the beloved's dark tresses showed themselves to the wilderness clouds.
Majnun forgot about comforts like a mattress, bedsheet, and quilt for years, whenever the beloved's tresses showed themselves to the clouds gathering in the wilderness.
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काफ़िर नफ़स हर एक का तरसा ज़र कूँ पाया बख़्तों सीं
आतिश की पूजा में गुज़री उम्र तमाम उन गब्रों को
Each infidel soul yearned for gold, bestowed by fortune's grace, yet worshipping the sacred fire, those pagans spent all their days.
Every infidel self yearned for gold and obtained it through fortune, yet those fire-worshippers spent their entire lives merely worshipping fire.
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मर्द जो आजिज़ हो तन मन सीं कहे ख़ुश-आमद बावर कर
मोहताजी का ख़ासा है रूबाह करे है बबरों को
Believe this: when a man is brought low in body and soul, he stoops to flattering pleas; for such is the nature of dire want, it turns even mighty lions into timid foxes.
Believe that when a man becomes utterly helpless in body and soul, he stoops to flattery; it is the very nature of neediness that it turns even lions into foxes.
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वादा चूक फिर आया 'नाजी' दर्स की ख़ातिर फड़के मत
छूट गले तेरे ऐ ज़ालिम सब्र कहाँ बे-सब्रों को
Having missed his word, Naji returns—fret not merely for a passing glance; / He clings straight to your neck, O cruel one, for the restless know no patience.
Naji missed his promise and has returned, so do not fret merely for a brief glance. O cruel beloved, he rushes straight to embrace your neck, for where can the impatient have any patience?
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